𝙱𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

Chapter II: Just a Nightmare

"What is it?"

Oh, crap. I'm so dead! He might just read out loud and I'm so stupid to ask him why! Runaway option, initiate. Maybe, he knows I'm behind him all this time! He might mistake me as a stalker in either way. He did not see me anyway. But still. Embarrassing. As Ever.

Trouble and misfortune always find me no matter how I hide.

I catch a breath, kneel to tie my shoelace. Suddenly, something struck my head. Oh, shoot. I'm gonna be late for school! I run as fast as I can.
"Am I near? Not yet. Hah, So tiring."

The fact that I woke up early, leave early, yet still late is funny and irritates me at the same time. I can feel my sweat dripping as I reach the gate. "Physical Education is...so....early, huh?" Hence, I'm just about to enter our school. So, this is what happens when your morning turns to heck. Well, It's my first time in many years to be late at school though.

It's a weird relief to see that I'm not the only one who's late, but almost all of them has damp hair. So do I—it's sweat though. Probably because they woke up late and took a shower late. Late is better than never, I guess. The guard smiles at me as I enter. That smile...did I forget something, did something, or I'm just paranoid? Wait, isn't he always smiling? I just hope he did not see me yesterday puking in the grass a little where other students always sit and gossip loudly, but mostly overly cheesy couples.

"Ugh. I won't make it,"—clenching my stomach—"damn puking peanut."

Then I puked and ran. A group of students going towards where I did gross. Stopping them won't help, maybe they did not smell the odour because of the wind. Oh, oh. I'm so sorry. Really am.
Gotta run.

Okay, maybe If I did puke a lot. That's just how far I can go. I don't want any rumour queens to mistake me as an underage pregnant like the poor girl. And also because I won't make it to the washroom. May you not stink for those who are lucky to sit where I puked and damn you, peanut for making me puke the heck out of me yesterday...trice.

"Your ID, miss? Miss?"

"Oh, ye-yes-what my ID? Heh-heh J-Just a sec." I chuckle nervously. My gosh—where are you, mate? I'm gonna be late.

My ID was inside a pocket in my bag as I remember but now it's not. The guard's gawking at me makes me nervously smile. If I can't find my ID now, the guard would make me write my name in the list of those students who either lost or forgot their ID. That list looks like a death note to me. Ugh, I need to hurry, but I can't find it! Well. Screw it. I just hope I didn't lose it 'cause if I did, I need to pay for another ID.

I confess, "I forgot it, sir."

"Okay. Write your name and class in that notebook, kid."

The notebook is facing down in reverse. I turn it back. I'm—just who the heck would make this Death note as a list of clumsy students.

"No. Not that. The other one." He grabs and rise the notebook. "Do y'all know who's the owner of this? Found it yesterday. By the way, my name's written on it!"

Through the hall, I pray for our teacher to be late, so I would not have a grand entrance like a supervisor in our school. If I could only run here, I might be saved. From afar, I can see the door of our classroom, it's closed but not locked. They already started—I'm so dead! But I guess my teacher would not scold me, it's not like I'm always late. Or will she? Our classroom is dead silent. It's unusual because my classmates are usually laughing, chatting when our teacher is not here yet.

Are they taking a quiz, an exam? I should get inside quickly.

I can't miss whatever they're doing. I'll just greet my teacher, my classmates, apologize, and make up an excuse if necessary just like Grisha when she's late yesterday and late in another day and another day. Before opening the door, I take a deep breath. "Good—". A loud bang greets me with confetti-it almost makes me faint. It turns out that bang is not a bang, it's a pop from party poppers.